Recently, we purchased a “new” home, only 54-years-young, to begin the next chapter of our lives. We were looking for simplicity as we moved from a home in the country that had farm animals and more fixer-upper maintenance than I ever care to share.
In the search for our new home, we wanted something that was structurally sound, with only a few items on the honey-do-list to update. We could handle a few updates, such as painting, flooring, or the like. We wanted to make sure that from the roof to the electric, we wouldn’t have to worry that something would go wrong in the next few years.
I know that’s never a guarantee (that just comes with home ownership), but I was determined to stay within our budget, and eventually something would come about. We spent our weekends and weeknights going to showing after showing, until we stumbled upon a delightful, quaint, ranch-style home that seemed to fit what we were looking for.
We decided to take our 7-year-old daughter with us to view the home. Our daughter walked in, and the first thing she said was, “What’s that smell?” The previous owners were in their mid-eighties, and the house’s smell reminded us of our grandparents’ old homes.
She then stared at the bathroom’s blue tiles with big eyes and asked if we would be updating that soon. She quickly exclaimed this was going to be her bathroom, because she loves blue. Our daughter also noticed the various brass fixtures and was not too fond of them.
She continued to search the house. Walking into the kitchen, she hollered for us. She pointed to that “thingy” on the wall. It was a wall-mounted telephone. Oh, how things have changed! We had to explain to her that people used to make calls from them, and some of them even used to have a rotary dial. Imagine her face contorting, unable to comprehend that one.
With all new things comes change. Those smells are memories for some of us, while to others they are new. Those thingies on the wall are what kept us in contact with our friends and family, regardless of distance, without the option of a text message or email that lacks personal touch and effort.
It really blew her mind when she realized those “stickers” she constantly wanted to use actually cost money and let us send letters overseas to our family serving in the military or birthday cards with a handwritten note, which may be the only one they received in the mail.
I hope to teach our daughter about the simplicity of days gone by, and I hope this will remind you of some of yours.
Morgan Gunder is a community and broker liaison for Reid Health Alliance. Born in the South and raised in the Midwest, she is a wife and mother with a passion for traveling, learning, and technology.